"Stubborn."

Seeing that the Chaoyan Divine Lord insisted on doing this, even if he died, he would not admit his guilt, which angered the Xuanqi Divine Venerable even more.

At this moment, the Demon Venerable Bei Shenyan Fire had already led 300,000 demon soldiers to break through the seal of the enchantment, kill the god realm, the water sky long dream, and rush into the Imperial Spirit Platform.

Looking at the Demon Venerable Northern Darkness and Killing into the Water Heaven Long Dream, a trace of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the Xuanyu Divine Venerable.

"You're a devil, you dare to kill my long dream."

"Let her go, otherwise, it will smooth your long dream."

The Demon Venerable's Northern Darkness Flame whispered magnetically, warning the Xuanyu Divine Venerable.

A triangular face is under the Imperial Spirit Stage, which is a miserable gray, the cheekbones on both sides are slightly protruding, and the eyes inadvertently reveal a murderous aura, which makes people look very terrible.

In an instant, the Northern Hellfire and the Xuanyu Divine Venerable, the two fought.

In an instant, the Immortal Pavilion Qionglou in the long dream of the water sky gradually collapsed, and the gods and demons fought fiercely.

"In the past, the god of war of the god realm - the water sky and the long dream, but now he has become a disgusting demon venerable, the Northern Hell, this is what you asked for, and the god venerable can't keep you."

Xuanyu Divine Venerable's eyes were ruthless, and every word tore the scars of the Northern Hellfire.

Counting the new hatred and old hatred together, the Northern Hellfire Yanhuo clenched the fire sword in his hand, vowing to fight to the death with the Xuanyu Divine Venerable.

On the Imperial Spirit Platform, the Chaoyan Divine Lord, who was lying on the ground, slowly got up, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the God Realm full of killing.

Today's calamity must have been deliberately designed by someone to cause chaos in the divine realm.

If the gods and demons fight, Kyushu will inevitably fall into a never-ending war, and Kyushu will be destroyed.

What's more, now she is full of evil bones and irreversible.

If she dies, it all begins.

So, the Chaoyan Divine Lord self-destructed the Yuan Shen, used all his cultivation spiritual power, broke free, and the green desire soul lock on the royal spirit platform rushed between the two.

At this time, the Northern Hellfire didn't have time to withdraw the Fire Separation Sword in his hand, and stabbed a sword into the heart that rushed between the two of them and towards the heart of the Yan Divine Lord.

The powerful force, in an instant, formed a pillar of light, broke through the sky, tore apart the primordial spirit of the Chaoyan God Lord, and scattered the souls.

I saw that the phoenix eyes of the god of Chaoyan were like fire, the smoke was rippling, and the smile was like a demon god.

The sigh in his mouth changed instantly, and after a long time, he smiled at the goddess of Yan and quietly looked at the Northern Hellfire who was holding the sword in his hand.

It fell like a starlight and dissipated into the heavens and the earth.

The war between the two races, the destruction of the people, the god of Chaoyan saved all things with death, and exchanged his life for the peace of the gods and demons.

"Chaoyan."

Bei Yingyanhuo's face was full of disbelief, looking at the Chaoyan Divine Lord, his soul was scattered, and he died in front of his eyes.

"Don't!" A miserable scream, desperate and desolate.

At this time, the black mist was swirling, and bursts of cold wind came to the face, and the cold entered the hearts of everyone.

Yes! The Demon Venerable-Northern Hellfire broke out, he could no longer control the demonic energy in his body, and in an instant, the entire God Realm-Water Sky Long Dream was wiped out.

The red-hot eye sockets are like the remnant red blood moon, and the starlight in the eyes is like the bright and extinguished sea of stars.

The eyebrows are the exhaustion of the mountains and seas, and the fingertips are the stars that cannot be changed and cannot be touched.

The last wisp of tenderness of the Northern Hellfire was buried in the sea of hearts together with the fall of the Divine Lord of Chaoyan, and collapsed in an instant.

In an instant, the Demon Venerable-Northern Darkness Yanhuo, the long ink-colored hair, like the twilight of the bright moon, and the white hair like snow.

The hair on the cheeks was gently blown from side to side by the breeze on the altar.

And the gorgeous eyes, with a glimpse of it, slowly looked at the Chaoyan God Lord who was floating in the sky and his soul was dissipating.

At the moment when the Divine Lord of Chaoyan died, the mind of the Demon Venerable-Northern Hellfire suddenly returned to the beginning.

Ten thousand years in the ruins, it is he and the god of Chaoyan who have the most tender warmth in the world.

A piece of starlight slowly fell, falling into the palm of Xuanyu Divine Venerable, and a trace of coolness hit, making him stunned, and slowly opened, his dull eyes.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Northern Underworld Yanhuo could not control the demonic energy in his body, the Xuanyu Divine Venerable waited for an opportunity to sneak attack, and used the Fuguang Formation to trap the Northern Hell Yanhuo and seriously injured him.

Subsequently, the gods of the Divine Realm, the Heavenly Dream of the Water Heaven, united with the Xuanyu Divine Venerable to defeat the Northern Hellfire, and 300,000 demon soldiers fled in a hurry.

Since then, the Northern Underworld clan has been killed by the Xuanyu Divine Venerable, and there is not much left, and they have collapsed and retreated to the mountains and seas - Jiuyou Mountain.

However, the seriously injured Demon Venerable, the Northern Underworld, did not know where to go, and abandoned the Northern Underworld clan for more than 30,000 years.

But the gods and demons didn't know that the god lord of Chaoyan did not die, but left a wisp of primordial god, endowed with the divine realm - Shuitian Changmeng, an incomparably huge peach blossom tree.

It seems that it has been a thousand years, soaring into the blue sky, and the petals are like tender pink white clouds, so thick that the breeze cannot blow.

A gentle breeze blew, rustling branches and petals.

The beautiful petals fall with the wind, and the primordial spirit of the god of Chaoyan merges with this peachy scenery.

The death of the god of Chaoyan made Lan Shu obsessed with God for ten thousand years, and he no longer lived in the god position, so he lived in the mountains and rivers, and she was everywhere in the eyes.

"The sun and the moon are like grinding ants, everything is floating and resting, in this world, it is good without you."

The sideburns are stained with clouds, holding a light of sake, waking up after three rounds of wine, the flowers and wine, the plum blossoms become sorrowful, and the water in the ten-mile long pavilion is leisurely.

There is a slight wrinkle between the eyebrows, and every wisp is gentle, but there are countless panics in the eyes.

Until the earth is barren and the mountains and seas can be moved, the god of Lanshu can't forget the person who haunts his dreams.